"Boss, play against him. Use your skills to crush him,"

the rowdy onlookers began to jeer, knowing the pool hall's owner was incredibly skilled—a fact witnessed by many. Although he wasn't quite on par with professional players, handling a young whippersnapper like this should pose no problem.

"Alright, kid, what if you lose?"

The boss seemed determined as he scrutinized the person before him, gauging the young man's abilities.

"I didn't bring any money with me, so let's use that car at the door, shall we?"

Ling Zhenfei casually pointed towards Fatty's car at the entrance.

The eyes of the hoodlums bulged. A car worth several hundred thousand could potentially be won in a single game of pool. They couldn't fathom the ways of the wealthy.

"Fine, I'll play a game with you, but let's make it clear, no regrets. We have plenty of witnesses around," the boss said.

Unable to resist the bait once Ling Zhenfei laid down the stakes, the pool hall owner agreed.

He was very confident in his own skills. Even though he didn't know how capable Ling Zhenfei was, he was willing to take the chance. After all, he had spent only a little over two hundred thousand to set up this pool hall. Winning this game and selling the sedan would easily fund another pool hall.

The pool hall immediately buzzed with excitement. By now, many people had arrived. Nobody else played; they gathered around the duo, intrigued by the disproportionate gamble—one side the pool hall, on the other, a Mercedes luxury car. It wasn't an everyday scene.

In this match, the owner set the rules: a simple way to secure the car quickly. The goal was to pocket all of his own balls and then the black eight—basic pool rules that anyone could understand. Ling Zhenfei raised no objections.

Ling Zhenfei broke first, pretending to be inexperienced from the way he held the cue, clearly a novice in the pool world. Seeing Ling Zhenfei handle the cue, the owner felt reassured—as if he could win with his eyes closed.

With a certain nostalgia of an era long dominated, the pool hall owner took the cue and caressed it softly.

Ling Zhenfei got ready and began to break.

Puff! The cue struck awkwardly, and the cue ball rolled barely a few centimeters forward.

Ling Zhenfei's shot was flawed, drawing a burst of mocking laughter from the crowd.

"With that skill, he dares to play pool, haha."

"Rich people are so capricious, there goes a fine Mercedes."

Everyone seemed to foresee the outcome. Unless the owner was suddenly struck by lightning or had a heart attack, he was certain to win.

Next, it was the owner's turn to break. Experienced in battle, his first shot was powerful and accurate, sinking a striped ball straight away. His lucky streak continued, smoothly pocketing stripe after stripe, clearing them all in one turn, per the rules he only needed to pocket the black eight to win.

Bang!

The cue ball sped towards the black eight, hitting it towards the pocket. Everyone's hearts leapt to their throats as the black ball neared the pocket, but it ultimately bounced off the rim and out, prompting a collective sigh of regret from the crowd.

Now it was Ling Zhenfei's turn to shoot again. This time his stance improved a bit, and though the ball didn't pocket, he managed to hit it successfully.

"Hey, I hit it, did you see that? I hit it!" Ling Zhenfei jubilantly jumped,

"Kid, what are you so happy about? You just hit the ball, it didn't pocket. I just need to sink the black eight and I win. Do you understand? Your car is as good as mine."

"Well, you play then, I'm not stopping you."

The most excited person at that moment was the boss. He picked up the pool cue, the white ball and the black eight lined up in a row, and in fact, the black eight was right by the pocket. Based on his analysis, even if he played blindfolded, he could pocket the ball.

The most crucial shot of his life, hitting it would mean winning a Mercedes Benz.

Bang! Clack! Clack!

Everyone gasped, hardly believing their eyes. The black eight actually bounced back from the edge of the pocket, and though it was still near the pocket, it ended up even further away than before.

"Boss, please don't go easy on me, it would make me feel embarrassed."

Ling Zhenfei carefreely told the boss.

"Even if I did let you win, hurry up and play." The boss was incredibly embarrassed inside; he couldn't understand how such a simple shot could have gone wrong. In the past, he could have done it even with his eyes closed.

"Since you're so generous, then I won't stand on ceremony."

Ling Zhenfei picked up the cue and lightly made a shot that seemed weak and ineffective to an unknowing observer. Surprisingly, the white ball hit another ball, which slowly rolled into the pocket at the back.

"Nice stun there, keep going, let's see how many more you can pocket."

"That was a lucky shot, you'd be blessed to get another like that in your lifetime!"

People around were chuckling as they watched Ling Zhenfei play, wondering how many more he could pot.

Ling Zhenfei continued with a second shot and to everyone's surprise, he potted another ball. Just like that, he continued one after another, clearing all the balls off the table except for that one black ball.

Everyone was in disbelief as they witnessed this extraordinary scene. Each time Ling Zhenfei struck a ball, it seemed impossible that it would go in, but magically, they all did.

"Sorry about that!"

With a casual stroke, he potted the lingering black eight at the pocket entrance.

"I won, I won, I own the pool hall now, everyone go play, but don't forget to pay," Ling Zhenfei shouted excitedly to the people around him.

His pool skills were indeed nothing special, but he had Spiritual Power. With Spiritual Power, he could control the power of the ball very well and even alter its trajectory, which was why he could win.

The people around could hardly believe what had just happened, slowly coming to terms.

The boss turned green with rage, shouting at the young man, "Kid, you know how to play tricks, pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger."

"When did I ever say I couldn't play, or that I was playing dirty? There are so many people here watching; how could I play dirty? It's not my fault you can't handle it. From now on, this pool hall is mine."

The shop owner glanced at the two bleached-blond guys next to him, of course they understood what the boss meant.

"Kid, you just cheated, you tampered with the balls, this match doesn't count."

"Exactly, it totally doesn't count. You played dirty, otherwise how could the boss possibly lose."

The two minions sided with the boss, and now they had turned around to point fingers at Ling Zhenfei.

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